This is one of my favorite times of the year, and here’s why: grilling. I love meat; I love grilling, smoking, making jerky — there’s nothing like meat that’s been teased with real fire. I’m watching Good Eats on the Food Network (one of my favorite shows) and many of the commercials are for grilling/barbecue shows. I’ve been lamenting that there’s nothing on the ol’ tivo while we’re in the lull between the end of the fall/spring tv shows and the start of the summer shows (Burn Notice, anyone?); it’s time to turn the BBQ wishlist back on. I love you, tivo!
Monthly Archives: May 2008
When I got to work today, one of the cruise ships was just pulling out from the waterfront, the mountains were out, and I just happened to have my camera with me. So I snapped a few shots.
Disclaimer: this is the view from the office next to mine — being a computer geek, my office has no windows.
Don’t know if it’s a sign of the unofficial recession or not, but these empty container ships have been sitting out in the bay for the last few days. I don’t normally pay attention to how long they’re there; these just seem to have been there for a while . . .
CS Lewis, God in the Dock:
We must sometimes get away from the Authorized Version, if for no other reason, simply because it is so beautiful and so solemn. Beauty exalts, but beauty also lulls. Early associations endear, but they also confuse. Through that beautiful solemnity, the transporting or horrifying realities of which the Book tells may come to us blunted and disarmed, and we may only sigh with tranquil veneration when we ought to be burning with shame, or struck dumb with terror, or carried out of ourselves by ravishing hopes and adorations.
Started but not completed yet (bold means I’m actually attempting the whole book-on-paper thing):
- Barack Obama, The Audacity of Hope
- Anne Rice, Christ The Lord: Cana
- Nick Hornby, Fever Pitch
- Nick Hornby, How To Be Good
- Jasper Fforde, First Among Sequels
- Arthur C. Clarke & Gentry Lee, Rama Revealed
- Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
- CS Lewis, The Screwtape Letters (read by John Cleese — brilliant!)
- Nathaniel Philbrick, Mayflower
- Arthur C. Clarke, Rendezvous with Rama
- Arthur C. Clarke & Gentry Lee, Rama II
- Arthur C. Clarke & Gentry Lee, The Garden of Rama
- Daniel Silva, The Messenger
- Daniel Silva, The Confessor
- Richard Matheson, I Am Legend
- Brad Meltzer, The Millionaires
- Daniel Silva, A Death in Vienna
- Daniel Silva, Prince of Fire
- Christopher Moore, A Dirty Job
- Neil Forsyth, Delete This At Your Own Peril
- Stephen King, Duma Key
I just found on my desk the blue bracelet from a field trip a few weeks back to the Boeing Museum of Flight. I’ve lived here my whole life, and that was the first time I’d ever been. It was pretty neat, but I think we missed a lot, seeing as we were there for just a couple of hours with a whole bunch of 2nd graders.
They had all kinds of historical planes and replicas of other planes, an exhibit on the WWI flying aces and the Red Baron, and an educational program where we learned all about pitch, roll and yaw. Outside they had a Concorde and Kennedy/Johnson/Nixon’s Air Force One that I walked through after the kids left to go back to school.
One of the hands-on things we played with was a little model of an airplane mounted on top of a pole, and you sat in a seat with levers and pedals that controlled the three types of motion, so you could turn to the left, roll to the right, etc.
As I was sitting there playing with it, I realized that I was making airplane noises. Rrrrrrrrrr, vroooooooommmm, rrrrrrrrrroooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwmmmmmmmm . . .
Slightly more embarrassing was the fact that, even after I realized that I was doing that, I could not operate the plane without making those noises.
Sometimes I am such a little boy.
(Pictures to come.)